Azriel Quotes & Sayings

No going back now," Cassian said to Rhys, gesturing to his wings.

Rhys slid his hands into his pockets. "I figure it's time for the world to know who really has the largest wingspan."
Cassian laughed, and even Azriel smiled. Mor gave me a look that had me biting my lip to keep from howling. — Sarah J. Maas

Kids are beautiful, man. And they know much more than grownups think they know. Kids are just perfect people until grownups get their hands on them. — John Irving

Now that we've settled that," Rhys drawled from behind me, "can we please eat? I'm famished." Amren opened her mouth with a wry smile, but he added, "Do not say what you were going to say, Amren." Rhys gave Cassian a sharp look. Both of them were still bruised - but healing fast. "Unless you want to have it out on the roof."

Amren clicked her tongue and instead jerked her chin at me. "I heard you grew fangs in the forest and killed some Hybern beasts. Good for you, girl."

"She saved his sorry ass is more like it," Mor said, filling her glass of wine. "Poor little Rhys got himself in a bind."

I held out my own glass for Mor to fill. "He does need unusual amounts of coddling."

Azriel choked on his wine, and I met his gaze - warm for once. Soft, even. I felt Rhys tense beside me and quickly looked away from the spymaster — Sarah J. Maas

Did you really believe I would ever allow a sick fuck like you to take what is mine?" the devil asked softly. And Azriel was the devil. Satan incarnate looked him in the eyes. "Did you think you could just walk into my house and take my woman from right under my nose?"

CRACK!
A mighty fist slammed into his right eye. He hadn't even seen Seth move. The eye closed, the pain throbbing hard, going all the way to his brain.

CRACK! — Shara Azod

All the audience cares about is what you put up on the screen. — Samuel Goldwyn Jr.

Auschwitz?! That is a name I had heard before. There is not much time for thinking. It had been raining here not so long ago. The asphalt of the wet, wide platform reflects the light of the high lighting-poles. The row of armed SS men competes in howling with their dogs they hold on leashes — Azriel Feuerstein

But do you know when stories stop being stories? The moment someone begins to believe in them. — Andrzej Sapkowski

Mor patted Azriel on the shoulder as she dodged his outstretched wing. "Relax, Az - no fighting tonight. We promised Rhys."
The lurking shadows vanished entirely as Azriel's head dipped a bit - his night-dark hair sliding over his handsome face as if to shield him from that mercilessly beautiful grin. — Sarah J. Maas

Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall - and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home. — Sarah J. Maas

I like to say, in Hollywood, you can't make a redneck movie without me. That doesn't happen. You better not do it. — David Koechner

You can tell me via straight narration that your main character, Mistuh Butts, never did well in school, never even went much to school, but you can convey the same thing, and much more vividly, by his speech . . . . and one of the cardinal rules of good fiction is never tell us a thing if you can show us, — Stephen King

Lucien had been prepared to take me against my will.
Fae males were territorial, dominant, arrogant - but the ones in the Spring Court ... something had festered in their training. Because I knew - deep in my bones - that Cassian might push and test my limits, but the moment I said no, he'd back off. And I knew that if ... that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere - wherever I needed to be - and dealt with Rhys later.
But Rhys ... Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me; would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He'd known what Ianthe was from the moment he met her. And he'd understood what it was like to be a prisoner, and helpless, and to struggle - every day - with the horrors of both. — Sarah J. Maas

I've wanted to touch you like this since I first laid eyes on you," he surprised himself by whispering in her ear. It was something he'd never even admitted to himself until today. Biting softly on her ear, he rolled her nipples between his fingertips. Goddamn, but she was responsive. When she arched her back, her ass pushed back against the erection pushing against his slacks. "Now I get to touch you as often as I want. — Shara Azod

Put a shirt on while you're at it," I quipped. A feline smile. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" "I'm surprised there aren't more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much." Azriel launched into a coughing fit. Cassian just turned away, a hand clamped over his mouth. Rhys's lips twitched. "There's the Feyre I adore." I — Sarah J. Maas

You are life to me." He hadn't meant to say those words, but it was true. She was the thing that kept him tethered to life. He'd never realized how disturbingly close he'd been to slipping into the darkness never to return. "And you are everything to me." Sitting up as she said it, she straddled his lap and took his face between her hands. "You know that, right? You are more than I ever hoped to have, more than I could dream of. I love you, you know?" "Yes, baby, I know." And it felt damn good. She felt so damn good. — Shara Azod

But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, "Be careful how you speak about my High Lady." Surprise — Sarah J. Maas

You are a low-class streetwalker past her prime." Azriel spoke dispassionately, as if he were observing her as a scientist might. And he wasn't done. "Your soul is black, your prospects non-existent because you've killed them all, and your life expectancy continues to decrease with every john you manage to con to make free use of your body. I am also willing to bet you carry more than one nasty surprise for any fool dumb enough to suck you. You repulse me. — Shara Azod

I'm surprised there aren't more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much. Azriel — Sarah J. Maas

You are mine, now and forever - mine. I will provide for you. You want clothes - I will buy them. When I choose to. I prefer you naked, so you will be naked." That hot gaze swept her, licking fire all across her skin. "No one would dare to harm you. Yes, there are people looking for you, but you are never, ever unprotected. We will leave when it's time to do so. Not before. And Michelene, I keep what is mine. No one dares take what belongs to me. Do you understand?" Nothing could keep the smile off her face now. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. "Yes. Thank you. — Shara Azod

The last time he'd been this close to her, he'd been on a job. Although she'd captured his attention and held it at that time, he hadn't allowed himself to give much thought to his budding fascination with her then. He could now. Too bad bracing himself wasn't enough. The full force of the impact on him up close and personal was - damn, he felt like he'd been shot in the gut at point-blank range. — Shara Azod

My sisters had been living in the House of Wind since they'd arrived in Velaris.
They did not leave the palace built into the upper parts of a flat-topped mountain overlooking the city. They did not ask for anything, or anyone.
So I would go to them.
Lucien was waiting in the sitting room when Rhys and I came downstairs at last, my mate having given the silent order for them to return.
Unsurprisingly, Cassian and Azriel were casually seated in the dining room across the hall, eating lunch and marking every single breath Lucien emitted. Cassian smirked at me, brows flicking up.
I shot him a warning glare that dared him to comment. Azriel, thankfully, just kicked Cassian under the table.
Cassian gawked at Azriel as if to declare I wasn't going to say anything while I approached the open archway into the sitting room, Lucien rising to his feet. — Sarah J. Maas

He studied the threshold to the bedroom hallway. "Azriel, Mor, Amren, and Cassian," he said, marking the eyes I'd painted. "You do know that one of them is going to paint a moustache under the eyes of whoever pisses them off that day."
I clamped my lips to keep the smile in. "Oh, Mor already promised to do that. — Sarah J. Maas

Those of us directed towards the right were lined up in threes with much shooting and beating. I was in the first row, at the platform's edge. Suddenly, we see a group of older women and women with children nearing the road, under the platform. In the first row I see my mother supported on both sides by two friends. She too becomes aware of me. And out of the throat of this reticent, soft-spoken woman who I don't remember ever raising her voice, breaks out a terrible, desperate, piercingly loud, howling shout: 'GYURIKA!!! — Azriel Feuerstein

All sports for all people. — Pierre De Coubertin

I braced my hands on my hips, examining the drop, the trees, the lake beyond. "What did I do wrong?"

Azriel, who had been sharpening Truth-Teller in his lap, flicked his hazel eyes up to me. "Aside from the tree? — Sarah J. Maas

This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it. — Sylvia Plath

No one will touch you." Not ever. Even after death he would protect his woman with the sheer force of his motherfucking will. "Tell me what scares you and I will eliminate it, no matter what it is."
. — Shara Azod

But in the hours since they'd saved our asses and turned the tide of the battle, I had not spotted either of my brothers amongst the living. Did not know if Cassian or Azriel had even fought on the plain. — Sarah J. Maas

Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars. — Sarah J. Maas

Come on, Feyre. We don't bite. Unless you ask us to. — Sarah J. Maas

I just...Leave a note. Or tell me next time.'
'Would you have let me go if I had?'
'I do not LET you do anything.' He tilted my face up, Mor and Azriel looking away. 'You are your own person, you make your own choices. But we are mates-- I am yours, and you are mine. We do not let each other do things, as if we dictate the movements of each other. But...I might have insisted I go with you More for my own mental well-being, just to know you were safe. — Sarah J. Maas

Do you ever have ordinary days?" she asked as they ascended the stairs.
"Why would I want them? — Zoe Archer